Curfá:
Sé mo laoch mo Ghile Mear
`Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear,
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear.

Seal da rabhas im´ mhaighdean shéimh,
`S anois im´ bhaintreach chaite thréith,
Mo chéile ag treabhadh na dtonn go tréan
De bharr na gcnoc is imigéin.

Curfá

Seal da rabhas im´ mhaighdean shéimh,
`S anois im´ bhaintreach chaite thréith,
Mo chéile ag treabhadh na dtonn go tréan
De bharr na gcnoc is imigéin.

Curfá

Ní labhrann cuach go suairc ar nóin
Is níl guth gadhair i gcoillte cnó,
Ná maidin shamhraidh i gcleanntaibh ceoigh
Ó d´imthigh sé uaim an buachaill beó.

Curfá

Ghile Mear `sa seal faoi chumha,
`S Éire go léir faoi chlócaibh dubha;
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó cuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear.

-oOo-

My gentle Darling

Chorus:
He's my champion my Gallant Darling,
he's my Caesar, a Gallant Darling,
I've found neither rest nor fortune
since my Gallant Darling went far away.

Once i was gentle maiden,
but now I'm a spent, worn-out widow,
my consort strongly plowing the waves,
over the hills and far away.

Chorus

Every day I'm constantly enduring grief,
weeping nitterly and shedding tears,
because my lively lad has left me
and no news is told of him - alas.

Chorus

The cuckoo doesn't sing cheerfully after noon,
And the sound of hounds isn't heard in the nut-tree woods,
Nor a summer morning in a misty glen
Since my my lively boy went away from me.

Chorus

Gallant Darling for a while under sorrow,
And Ireland completely under black cloaks;
I have found neither rest nor fortune
Since my Gallant Darling went far away.